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Thanksgiving Prayer

Posted in holidays, prayer with tags , , , , , , on November 25, 2010 by Tim R Wilson

I love Thanksgiving! Over the years, I’ve watched other holidays become commercialized and thought there wasn’t anything anyone could do to ruin Thanksgiving. It was commercialization-proof. It may take money to travel to Grandma’s house and to buy the feast’s fixings, but Thanksgiving is exactly that, a day to give thanks. The original true story of Thanksgiving began with many believing in God or higher power and Pilgrims believing in the Bible. And, today people choose whether to make that a part of their story.
Allow me to share this prayer on Thanksgiving …

Thanksgiving Prayer

We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.

We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.

We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.

We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.

We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a
beneficent eye.

Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.

Iroquois Prayer, adapted

Have a blessed Thanksgiving everyone!

Take Time

Posted in God, odds and ends, Philosophy, poem, prayer with tags , , , , , on June 21, 2010 by Tim R Wilson

Take time to think;

It is the source of power.

Take time to read;

It is the foundation of wisdom.

Take time to play;

It is the secret of staying young.

Take time to be quiet;

It is the opportunity to seek God.

Take time to be aware;

It is the opportunity to help others.

Take time to love and be loved;

It is God’s greatest gift.

Take time to laugh;

It is the music of the soul.

Take time to be friendly;

It is the road to happiness.

Take time to dream;

It is what the future is made of.

Take time to pray;

It is the greatest power on earth.

–Author Unknown

St. Patrick’s Breastplate

Posted in Christian, Christianity, God, poem, prayer, religion with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 18, 2010 by Tim R Wilson

Being that it was St. Patrick’s Day and all, “St. Patrick’s Breastplate” has to be shared … In its entirety …

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through the belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation. I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with his baptism,
Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial,
Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension,
Through the strength of his descent for the judgment of Doom. I arise today
Through the strength of the love of Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In prayers of patriarchs,
In predictions of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men. I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock. I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptations of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in multitude. I summon today all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul. C hrist to shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that there may come to me abundance of reward.
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me. I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness,
Of the Creator of Creation.

Blue Iris

Posted in God, poem, prayer, religion with tags , , , on December 23, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

Here is a quote on prayer I would like to share ….

It doesn’t have to be


the blue iris, it could be


weeds in a vacant lot, or a few


small stones; just


pay attention, then patch


a few words together and don’t try


to make them elaborate, this isn’t


a contest but a doorway


into thanks, and a silence in which


another voice may speak.



~Mary Oliver

Beannacht (“Blessing”)

Posted in God, Photography, poem, quote(s) with tags , , , , , on December 20, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

Beannacht (“Blessing”)


On the day when

the weight deadens

on your shoulders

and you stumble,

may the clay dance

to balance you. And when your eyes

freeze behind

the grey window

and the ghost of loss

gets in to you,

may a flock of colours,

indigo, red, green,

and azure blue

come to awaken in you

a meadow of delight. When the canvas frays

in the currach of thought

and a stain of ocean

blackens beneath you,

may there come across the waters

a path of yellow moonlight

to bring you safely home. May the nourishment of the earth be yours,

may the clarity of light be yours,

may the fluency of the ocean be yours,

may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow

wind work these words

of love around you,

an invisible cloak

to mind your life.

~ John O’Donohue ~ (Echoes of Memory)

Prayer in the Middle of the Night

Posted in Christian, Christianity, quote(s), scripture, thoughts with tags , , , , , on December 10, 2009 by Tim R Wilson


Let nothing, O Lord, disturb the silence of this night.
Let nothing make me afraid.
Here in the dark, remind me that in order to speak to you,
My eternal Father, and to take delight in you,
I have no need to go to heaven or to speak in a loud voice.
However quietly I speak, you are so near that you will hear me.
I need no wings to go in search of you, but have only to understand
That the quiet of this night is a place where I can be alone with you,
And look upon your presence with me.
For if I have you, God,
I will want for nothing.
You alone suffice.

~St. Teresa of Avila

I have been finding this increasingly true recently – I’ve been waking up after strange, troubling dreams and turning to prayer in the darkness. God is there, almost more palpably than at any other time. His presence, his tangible mercy, are all I could ever need.

Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.
Relieve the troubles of my heart,
and bring me out of my distress.
Consider my affliction and my trouble,
and forgive all my sins.

Psalm 25.16-18

A Vessel Of Dust

Posted in Christian, Christianity, God, prayer, quote(s) with tags , , , , on December 3, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

Another Puritan prayer I would like to share this evening ….

O LORD, I am a shell full of dust, animated with an invisible rational soul and made anew by an unseen power of grace; Yet I am no rare object of valuable price, but one that has nothing and is nothing, although chosen of thee from eternity, given to Christ,and born again; I am deeply convinced of the evil and misery of a sinful state, of the vanity of creatures, but also of the sufficiency of Christ. When thou wouldst guide me I control myself, When thou wouldst be sovereign I rule myself. When thou wouldst take care of me I suffice myself. When I should depend on thy providings I supply myself, When I should submit to thy providence I follow my will, When I should study, love, honour, trust thee, I serve myself; I fault and correct thy laws to suit myself, Instead of thee I look to man’s approbation, and am by nature an idolater. Lord, it is my chief design to bring my heart back to thee. Convince me that I cannot be my own god, or make myself happy, nor my own Christ to restore my joy, nor my own Spirit to teach, guide, rule me. Help me to see that grace does this by providential affliction, for when my credit is god thou-dost cast me lower, when riches arc my idol thou dost wing them away, when pleasure is my all thou dost turn it into bitterness. Take away my roving eye, curious ear, greedy appetite, lustful heart; Show me that none of these things can heal a wounded conscience, or support a tottering frame, or uphold a departing spirit. Then take me to the cross and leave me there.

This prayer is a modified version taken from: “The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions” by Arthur G. Bennett

 May our Lord smile upon you! Have a blessed night!